The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage by Trinity Blacio Page B
Authors: Trinity Blacio
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“Yes, father and I have already changed the codes to the security system. Annabelle's family will be staying for the next few weeks and so will Sandy's, just in case another attack happens.” He grunted, lifting the weights. “How long should we punish her?”
Lance grunted and nodded to the door. They both knew she was standing in the hallway and could hear them. He had heard her gasp as she waited. “Right now, I'm thinking till after the holidays. We can gently let go of our slaves, giving them a nice Christmas to remember us by.” he said. “Tora and Melissa both know their time with us is ending. I've already contacted Doug at the dungeon and informed him they will be looking for new masters. I want to make sure they get the right one. There are too many wannabes out there who could hurt them.” Marcus almost jumped up and ran to the door when he heard her slump against the wall. The devastation she felt poured into them.
Lance punched the bag in front of him again. “I was hoping they would have a new master before the New Year, but you're right, we can't rush it. I'll call them tonight and have them meet us at the dungeon. We can have the guards watch over Annabelle for the night.” He glared at the door. Marcus got up and followed Lance to the door. They glanced into the hallway. Annabelle ran up the stairs, crying. His mother stood there, glaring at the both of them. “Not a word, mother. She has to learn not to eavesdrop and that we won't have her ignoring her safety. What she did was noble, but she didn't even consider our children or us. That is unforgiveable,” he snapped. His mother's eyes watered as she glanced at both of them. “Follow me. I want to show you something. I was never going to show this to you, but maybe you can learn from your own parents’ mistake before it's too late.” Marcus looked at his brother and shrugged as they followed their mother down the long hallway into the basement of the house. She turned the corner, heading down a different hallway, and came to a locked door that only his father and mother had been in. She sighed and slipped a small key from around her neck to unlock the door. “About eight hundred years ago, I was pregnant with our first child.” She opened the door and glanced back at them. “You were not the first of our children. He was.” She pointed to a cemented vault with a marker placed over it.
“I, too, was much like your Annabelle, but my only family was my sister, as you know.” She stepped into the room and ran her hand over the marker. “I was also confused about your father's lifestyle, but I had always protected my sister, no matter what. She raised me after our mother and father were murdered. On December twenty-fourth, my sister and I were out shopping for the baby when we were surrounded by demons. I was about four months pregnant then. We had no problems with them and didn't expect any trouble, so I slipped out with my sister. I lost my Vince that night. Your father, in his grief, left me, vowing never to forgive me. He told me he was going back to his slaves, that I was free.” Tears streamed down her face and she turned. His father stepped in the room and wrapped his arms around her. “I'll never forget that night. That's why we decided to take over the holiday for my father. Words that came out of my mouth that night drove your mother away from me and into the arms of another. She didn't know anything about demons or what they could do. The one she ran to was a demon. They raped her and held her captive for two weeks. When we finally got her back, it took my mother and your aunt two years and two months to heal her body, but it also took those two years for her to trust me again. That was when you were conceived. I lied to your mother that night, Marcus, as you have lied to your Annabelle. She carries your four children. Don't let them sit here, where Vince is. Find her and talk to her.” Marcus slipped out of the room with his
Lance grunted and nodded to the door. They both knew she was standing in the hallway and could hear them. He had heard her gasp as she waited. “Right now, I'm thinking till after the holidays. We can gently let go of our slaves, giving them a nice Christmas to remember us by.” he said. “Tora and Melissa both know their time with us is ending. I've already contacted Doug at the dungeon and informed him they will be looking for new masters. I want to make sure they get the right one. There are too many wannabes out there who could hurt them.” Marcus almost jumped up and ran to the door when he heard her slump against the wall. The devastation she felt poured into them.
Lance punched the bag in front of him again. “I was hoping they would have a new master before the New Year, but you're right, we can't rush it. I'll call them tonight and have them meet us at the dungeon. We can have the guards watch over Annabelle for the night.” He glared at the door. Marcus got up and followed Lance to the door. They glanced into the hallway. Annabelle ran up the stairs, crying. His mother stood there, glaring at the both of them. “Not a word, mother. She has to learn not to eavesdrop and that we won't have her ignoring her safety. What she did was noble, but she didn't even consider our children or us. That is unforgiveable,” he snapped. His mother's eyes watered as she glanced at both of them. “Follow me. I want to show you something. I was never going to show this to you, but maybe you can learn from your own parents’ mistake before it's too late.” Marcus looked at his brother and shrugged as they followed their mother down the long hallway into the basement of the house. She turned the corner, heading down a different hallway, and came to a locked door that only his father and mother had been in. She sighed and slipped a small key from around her neck to unlock the door. “About eight hundred years ago, I was pregnant with our first child.” She opened the door and glanced back at them. “You were not the first of our children. He was.” She pointed to a cemented vault with a marker placed over it.
“I, too, was much like your Annabelle, but my only family was my sister, as you know.” She stepped into the room and ran her hand over the marker. “I was also confused about your father's lifestyle, but I had always protected my sister, no matter what. She raised me after our mother and father were murdered. On December twenty-fourth, my sister and I were out shopping for the baby when we were surrounded by demons. I was about four months pregnant then. We had no problems with them and didn't expect any trouble, so I slipped out with my sister. I lost my Vince that night. Your father, in his grief, left me, vowing never to forgive me. He told me he was going back to his slaves, that I was free.” Tears streamed down her face and she turned. His father stepped in the room and wrapped his arms around her. “I'll never forget that night. That's why we decided to take over the holiday for my father. Words that came out of my mouth that night drove your mother away from me and into the arms of another. She didn't know anything about demons or what they could do. The one she ran to was a demon. They raped her and held her captive for two weeks. When we finally got her back, it took my mother and your aunt two years and two months to heal her body, but it also took those two years for her to trust me again. That was when you were conceived. I lied to your mother that night, Marcus, as you have lied to your Annabelle. She carries your four children. Don't let them sit here, where Vince is. Find her and talk to her.” Marcus slipped out of the room with his
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